" At home?" I queried. "But how?"She looked sadly down at her plate and started playing with her fork. "I think it's usually referred to these days as...'child abuse'.Now I stopped eating too. "What!" I exploded. "What do you mean? How did it happen?" My dear mother." She almost spat the words out."You mean your mother gave you all those bruises?" I said with some heat."That's right." But how did she do it, and why did she do it?"Abigail put her hand up to her forehead as though shielding her. “With that in mind, still want me to fuck you?” He asks bluntly and for the first time I watch as his eyes travel over my body taking in my boobs with a hungry lick of his lips before his eyes finally come to rest on the little glimpse of the organ peeking out from between my legs.To finally have Bruce looking at me like this with so much desire in his eyes renders me speechless and when I open my mouth to tell him that I do still want him to fuck me nothing comes out. I think for a moment that. Despite how embarrassed I was at getting caught having sex with Pita, my Hispanic friend who'd come over to visit me earlier, I had to keep them in the kitchen. “You're not going to tell Mom, right?”Sara glanced at me, her green eyes narrowing. “Well, no, we're not going to.”“We get it,” Tara said. “Trust us, we do. You're like a guy now. You get horny.”“Girls get horny,” I muttered.“Sounded like Pita got horny.” Tara grinned at me. “So don't worry about it.”“I just hope you're not going to be. He was looking down at my ass and I was waiting for the pain to begin again of this bigger cock to enter my ass, when I felt some splashes on my cheek. At first I thought they were pouring more booze on me, but I was wrong. The light of the moon really was the only light that helped me see anything. I turned to see where the sprinkles were coming from when unexpectedly, a fat gushing cock got thrust in my mouth. I Immediately grabbed it by the base and began sucking it as if it were the best.